A child her wayward pencil drew On margins of her book; Garlands of flower, dancing elves, Bud, butterfly, and brook, Lessons undone, and plum forgot, Seeking with hand and heart The teacher whom she learned to love Before she knew t'was Art.
Louisa May Alcottโฆthat's what old people are here for, โ else their experience is of little use.
Louisa May Alcott